| Put her out in the cold, didn’t want her close to he
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| Cause his granddaughter’s different than she suppose to be
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| Diluted her genes, it stopped the music it seemed
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| That they’d only seen polluted stream, and that wasn’t clean
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| Said he could almost no longer stand the breath
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| From this pure horror, more worse than Amittyville
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| So what’s next? |
| Don’t answer me yield. |
| (yup)
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| This is a normal occurrence, not something randomly real
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| Ain’t even allowed visits over a child’s pigment
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| His in-crowd ignant, a situation «wow!» |
| isn’t it?
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| Hard times, baby daddy grinds to support
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| His mother and a few other friends privately in her fort
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| For short stays, ya know? |
| but more aid was needed
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| Baby is like a year and a half now and speaking
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| More than I can say about that man with his child
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| They can’t even come face to face and share smiles
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| Raining pure pain on her life by staying distant
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| Like she spawned a fucking anti-Christ or a Satan infant
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| Blatant mentions about family blood won’t leave
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| Love’s her deeply, but evil sends it’s opposite feed
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| «old fashioned»
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| Too ever set in his ways to ever relate
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| If he could just set it aside, there’d be heaven to pay
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| Then, weathered and aged time swept him to grave
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| Love conquers all? |
| shit. |
| I’d say that areas grey
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| Old fashioned people they never know why (2X)
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| Old fashioned
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| Most don’t even know why they believe what they believe, man
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| Never taking a second to look at life
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| Bad water in our seeds, y’all, still growing weeds, dawg
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| In the dark, walls blocking all that light
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| Most don’t even know why they believe what they believe, man
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| Never taking a second to look at life
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| Bad water in our seeds, y’all, still growing weeds, dawg
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| In the dark
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| Looking at life in retrospect it’s hard to regret
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| Stuck in your ways cause hatred is hard to forget
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| Niggas talk all religious trying to barter with death
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| Parts of the flesh wrinkle up while you start to reflect
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| And even though nobody’s life is ever perfect
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| You start to wonder if all the pain was really worth it
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| Pondering the purpose of living, the curse that was given
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| Dreaming about freedom and escaping the prison
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| People who pimp children are really raping religion
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| The matrix is fiction placed in a vision
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| But now the technology follows me solemnly
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| Building the future laws to my philosophy
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| Alzheimer’s cutting through like a lobotomy
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| Not even the golden arthritis of king Midas
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| Could buy comfort and peace for the righteous
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| I survived disease and political crisis
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| By backstabbing gnomes that are now lifeless
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| And now I live vicariously through my kids
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| Like people who love the sport, but can’t play for shit
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| Fighting glaucoma, front the cops taking a hit
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| I slip into a coma, roaming over the planet
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| Leaving the gold and the granite, the old and the famished
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| But just before I vanish, as I think I’m right at the end
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| The sun becomes the light of my birth and I live again
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| Yeah, nigga, remember way back when—
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| Old fashioned people they never know why
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| Old fashioned people they never know why
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| Old fashioned people they never know why
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| The world is changing day to day
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| It moves so fast and leaves them in another time |